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Anderson, Hans Christian – The white poodle, called Love, and the death of Olaf Linden
Identifier
028123
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
Three way communication, so very complex. The two main communicators are actually Linden and his poodle, and if it wasn't for the chambermiad, Andersen would not have actually been aware of what was hapenning.
A description of the experience
As related by Gabriel Delanne - in Reincarnations
A very curious observation reported by the Danish storyteller Andersen seems to establish that there can be sympathetic relationships at great distance between humans and animals, and that this action is capable of being translated into the form of presentiments, just as it happens between humans. I am reproducing this curious story verbatim:
The Danish storyteller Andersen had a friend, a teacher named Linden, who was suffering from lung disease. The Administration granted him subsidies for a trip to Italy. Linden owned a dog named Love, a white poodle he loved very much and entrusted to Andersen for the duration of his absence. Andersen accepted this charge and cared for the dog's wellbeing.
He laughed heartily, when one day the chambermaid says to him: "Love senses what is happening to his master. He is happy or sad depending on whether his master is well or ill.”
“ - What do you mean?” says Andersen. –
“But this is evident in the way he is. Why does he accept or refuse his food without being sick? Why does he let his head hang several days before you receive bad news from Mr. Linden? The dog knows exactly what his master is doing in Italy and he sees it, because his eyes sometimes have a strange expression."
From that moment on, despite his scepticism, Andersen observed the dog.
One night, he felt something cold in his hand and, opening his eyes, he saw the dog in front of his bed and licking his hand. He had a chill. He stroked the animal to calm it, but then Love let out a plaintive howl and threw himself on the ground, with his four paws outstretched.
‘At that moment’, Andersen related later,’ I was totally convinced that my friend was dead. I was so sure of this that the next day I replaced my brown clothing with black. In the morning, I met a person of knowledge who enquired into the causes of my sadness”.
I replied: "Last night, at 11:30 am minus three minutes, Olof Linden died.”
As I learned later, it was the moment of his death.